Chappie two
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Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic- pls be nice! I would appreciate constructive criticism, but flames are a bit upsetting "
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That afternoon Ginny owled him. Draco was in his glorious elaborate study, when an orange-coloured, squat looking owl came pecking noisily at his window panes. Its colour did remind him of that exasperating redhead Weasley. Although Draco disliked her immensely, he actually hoped it would be from her. A few quick strides and he had crossed to room. Upon opening the window, Draco received a vicious peck as if to say, what took you so long! –he winced in annoyance then the owl took off with a huff. The parchment read,
Malfoy,
Meet me at Minute Coffee at 2pm this Saturday to discuss particulars. It's a muggle café on Norsden St. Owl me if you can't. I will be expecting you.
G. Weasley
Draco smirked to himself. Finally, thank Merlin. I'd be damned if I had to contact her first. This is going to be one hell of a year. Ever since Draco Malfoy was eleven, he had known about the curse. His parents – now deceased in Azkaban – had sat him down and discussed all concepts of the curse before sending him off to Hogwarts. It was war. It was hate. It was dissent. And it was raging between the Weasley and the Malfoys. Both hated each other's guts and tempers rose whenever they encountered. For centuries, this was the case: Weasleys had boys. Malfoys had males. This way, they did not clash. But – the crucial but – somehow, after several generations, many decades, and six children of Molly and Arthur, somehow they ended having a baby girl! Now, Draco and Ginny were forced to marry each other for the sake of the curse that overhung their families.
All through school, Ginny and Draco treated each other with nonchalance – apart from the fact that they were complete enemies. Ginny constantly followed the Trio, Draco constantly taunted her for following the Trio and being "Potty's nameless shadow"; they never expressed a decent conversation even with the knowledge. Whenever they encountered at school, Ginny would shoot him a defiant look, throw some words then turn away; end of story. Her eyes never did betray her heart once. Deep inside, fear haunted. But, that was when they were young. When you're 11 and 12, it seems forever before you reached your twenties. And so, neither Draco nor Ginny really cared.
Now, it did matter. The next day, Draco sat lounging in the cafe at exactly 2pm. Five minutes later, bells jingled as Ginny pushed open the door. Outside, she seriously debated with herself whether or not to go in- Ginny was rather anxious. Even from a far distance, Draco immediately noticed the silver badge on her shoulder proclaiming Training Auror; she had come in her work robes. The deep blue robe billowed to cover all her fully-formed, perfect womanly curves. Her hair was messily tied up and a frantic, agitated Ginny looked quite a mess. Draco had spotted her, but she was still trying to locate him. He ran his eyes over her body and suddenly desperately hoped his future wife were really not so plain and plump like her mother – that she were really concealing a decent body. Ginny glanced at him, paused for quarter of a second then grudgingly heaved her feet over.
"Malfoy."
"Weasley."
An uneasy, awkward silence followed suit. Draco was in midair to open his mouth to announce how pathetic this place she had chosen was, when the door to the pub banged open particularly loudly. Suddenly, fiercely, loud gunshots filled their ears. Shouts and screams was all Ginny heard. She tried to duck under the table attempting to grasp her wand. Glass shattered. A scream pierced the air beside her. Then unbearable pain erupted on her leg. Ginny was shot. Then blackness engulfed her world…
A/N any questions/comments regarding the story are welcome I'd love to hear what you think!
jenny xx